Aug 27, 2013
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Snow sat on a bench in one of the school's many courtyards, silently dozing. His arms out wide on the wooden boards, head resting on the back of the bench, he was content as could be.
Despite the fact that he was skipping class.
Sometimes he was just too tired to go; he just couldn't be bothered to go. Besides, he thought to himself earlier, it's only Accounting. The combination of being exhausted (from doing nearly nothing the night before) and his class being about math, he decided it was for the best.
A breeze passed by, rustling his hair slightly. Clouds passed overhead, standing out amongst the eternal blue of the sky. It was a perfect day.